Behind the desk at home in his cyber life,
His World is but several keystrokes and clicks thats all that fills his night,
His wants and needs though are more then he can capture, often caught up in his day dreaming of people and laughter,
From searching to surfing he tries to entertain himself as best as he can,
Online he has many friends, but then again are they really friends?
Possibly spiders and bots chat with him all night long, his will to get out has diminished when it once was strong,
To the left of him sits an overfilled ashtray, to the right of him is a picture of his kids at play,
He notices this pic and wonders why he doesn't do more, seems to him having fun is a chore,
One by one he force feeds himself another ciggarette, sooon the ones he truly loves seem to vanish as he forgets,
Instead he's caught up once again living a lie of cyber surfing with make - believe friends,
Puff,Puff,Puff, his lips dry and chapped suck hard on the cancer stick, as soon as it is smoked down another one is lit,
Depression has come to run all that he does, in fact he cant even remember who he really was,
The days of joy, fun and friends came and went as did his passion and love,
For not many years ago he was on top of his game, his smile warmed most strangers and friends,
His talk was sincere and his love was strong, His music was wild and days never long,
But now the tic toc of the clock is like a needle poking his mind, an apparent wait to end the pain and leave the miserable day behind,
What happened to me he asked himself in a sad monotone way, what happened to my friends he thought as he lie still in his bed where he would normally lay,
I use to be fun, people thought I was cool, I miss the good old days, you know those days back at school,
SO for the next couple of hours he would tear up and cry, Lonely and old and wondering why,
Confused and lost with no where go, another day , another night, a weekend at home.......
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Depression is often a killer for anyone who suffers from it. It is agonizing and leaves a personal feeling that life is not such a good thing. The world as they know it is hard to cope with and hard to live through. Often they understand why people don't live forever. Read about depression
The Poet
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-11-19 13:10:49
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